O juicy scrumptious delight
Thou has been seasoned just right
Though it may be you once went moo
Tender sirloin you make me cookoo
Lying lifeless on your back
Slowly turning from blood to black
I listen to you sizzling
A scent ever so relaxing
O juicy delectable side-dish
The seafood that does not taste like fish
Plucked from your shells
For my grill to create alleviating smells
As you lay roasting in your olive oil glaze
Catching everyone's hungered lasting gaze
Oh how well you accent my sirloin
A perfect meal for everyone to join
O grilled steak and shrimp
Over my charcoal you lay so limp
Only my favorite birthday meal
Appetizing as you make me feel
The fact i get to eat you but only once a year
Surely from my eye will fall a tiny tear
As happy as you make me
My grill and you were surely meant to be
Absolutely tasteful if I do say so myself. Just like many others you have written. I feel you need to start making books with all your poems. :P
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ReplyDeleteWell this is a step in that direction
ReplyDeleteExcellent, Chad! There are lots of ironies and paradoxes that make this humorous. "Shrimp" and "limp" is a funny rhyme.
ReplyDeleteI wrote this for creative writing. Lol. I just found it again recently. Its a rather funny poem.
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